I am from the pouring rain, from the beat up chucks and star gazing in all weather.
I am from the warm home where the light in the hallway window is always on.
I am from pine trees and the Christmases we planted them.
I am from family breakfast and loud fights. The strong but understanding from David, from Dwight, and Edith.
I am from the short…[Read more]

I am from Osborne Branch from mountain dew and four wheelers
I am from the tiny trailer that’s creepy at night
I am from the daises and the trees
I am from blue eyes and blonde hair from Anna, Jesse, and Littles
I am from the arguing and loving family
From eat it or wear it and don’t say shut up
I am from Freewill Baptist of Ligon that sits on…[Read more]

I am from a notebook, from lays and tostitos.
I am from a blanket, warm and comfy, that kept me and my family out of the cold during winter nights.
I am from the daisy, and from the I love yous and I love you nots.
I am from Sunday breakfasts with mamaw and humorous moments, from Mamaw Geraldine, my cousin Josh, and my mother Laura.
I am from the…[Read more]

this is a good poem i really like the port where it said “I am from daisy, and from the I love you and I love you nots” and I like where you said “from “Be kind to everyone” and “Never judge a book by its cover” and i would keep up the good work

I am from double-wide trailers, from great value and Downy.
I am from the two gardens in the yard, dirty, difficult, rabbits hopping around trying to steal the food.
I am from the Roses, the oak trees towering over 100 feet
I am from Christmas dinner and surprises, from Papaw Mike and Mamaw Marcia and Granny Cook.
I am from the arguments and…[Read more]

I am from the woods, from sticks and leaves.
I am from the holler of Kitts Creek Kentucky
I am from the hickory chickens, the ginseng.
I am from hunting and trapping, from grand dad and uncle and the Fultz’s
I am from the cocky and bold.
I am from the good man upstairs and church Sunday morning.
I am from the tall Appalachian mountains, corn bread…[Read more]

I am from Cumberland, from the old buildings and the new buildings.
I am from the place where everyone is trying to find a job in the coal mines.
I am from the tree that grows outside, the leaves that falls from the tree.
I am from the family cookouts and the football game after, from the simmons’s and the grates and the working family.
I am f…[Read more]

I am from the get togethers at supper time
I am from the prayers at night before I go to sleep
I am from the fishing in the creek behind the house
I am from the christmas dinners and family gatherings
I am from the going to church every Wednesday and Sunday
From the soup beans and corn bread that my grandma makes
I am from…[Read more]

WHERE I’M FROM
I am from mamaws home cookin’, from John Deer and Honda
I am from the garden down the hill
I am from the apple tree in the front yard
I am from huntin’ and fishin’, from mom and dad and the nease’s
I am from the backwoods play ground that children now know better than I do, from a small quiet holler to the next one over
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i am from harlan kentucky
from the mountains and the valleys
i am from coal
that used to put bread on my table
i am from the oak trees in my backyard
that will be there long after i am gone
i am from my grand parents
from breakfast on sundays
i am from rags to riches
from riches to rags
i am from harlan kentucky.